san francisco landowner

Chapter 146 Institute of Ancient Botany
At the Institute of Ancient Botany in San Francisco, researcher Ross took the report he had just faxed back from the south coast and walked to the office of the director of the institute, Anderson.

"SHIT!" Anderson slammed the report on the desk angrily after reading the report sent by Ross, "Damn it, those bastards must have invested huge sums of money, I really shouldn't believe those asshole!"

"Director Anderson, did the experiment fail again?" Ross asked.

Anderson nodded and said, "Yes, again, failure! The penholder snake wood seeds we worked so hard to extract from the C. spinosa gene died again in that damned place!"

"Maybe it's because of us, I mean, the pen holder snake wood is a plant of the Jurassic era after all, and may not be able to survive in our era, or, the pen holder snake wood we extracted is originally incomplete, after all, We have never had similar ancient specimen plants in our hands." Ross talked eloquently, "Or, we should go to Asia to plant these artificial ancient plant seeds. You know, there are many spinosa trees in Asia, and pen holders Snake wood is also a kind of spinosa, and it may survive in that magical place."

But this annoyed Anderson.

"Damn it, Ross, I have to suspect that you have been drawn to their side by those damn businessmen in the south, don't you believe in the hard work of our institute over the years?" Anderson slapped the table loudly and shouted , "Get out of here now, now!"

"OK, Director Anderson, you should calm down. After all, this is not the first time you have failed." Ross shrugged noncommittally, and turned to leave under Anderson's fiery eyes.

"SHIT!" Anderson sat down on the swivel chair, breathing heavily.

Ding!
The computer on the desk made a crisp sound, which was the notification sound only when an important person's email was received.

Anderson suppressed his anger and opened the mailbox.

"It's an email from Mr. Mayor!" Anderson couldn't help but sit up straight, and double-clicked to open the email.

What appeared on the computer screen were two test reports. As the director of the Institute of Paleobotany, Anderson also had some knowledge about air quality and water quality, but after seeing these two test reports, he doubted what he knew before. Knowledge is an outdated product of the last century.

"Double 7A air quality and water quality..." Anderson muttered, "Are you kidding me?"

bell……

The office phone on the desk rang, and Anderson picked it up and said, "Hi, this is San Francisco..."

"Oh, it's me, Li Mengxian! Anderson, did you get my email?"

On the other end of the phone was the Mayor of San Francisco, Li Mengxian!

"Yeah, sir, I have received your email, but, this..." Although Anderson is a crazy researcher, he also knows that it is irrational to contradict the mayor, but this pair of 7A grades is too outrageous , This is simply challenging his IQ!

"Do you think this is incredible?"

This is not only unbelievable, it is completely a fantasy, even more fairy tales than Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales!

"...at first I also thought it was a joke or a farce, but when I went to this place in person, oh, I can't believe that there are places in the world with such clean air, it feels like heaven comfortable..."

Mayor Li Mengxian used all the exaggerated words on the phone to describe the Fort Baker Farm and Ranch, which made Anderson's firm belief begin to shake a little.

"Mr. Mayor, are you telling the truth?"

"I know you can't believe it now, or imagine it, but I'm not joking in everything I said." Li Mengxian's slightly old and hoarse voice was a little panting. He couldn't help it. After leaving Bakerburg Farm and Ranch, he now smelled the air outside It's like being in a toilet cubicle where some big bastard forgets to flush the toilet after taking a tuba, it's really breathless.

"Oh, that's really, really..." Anderson couldn't continue, even if there is such a magical place in this world, then you should call the reporter, or call the President of the White House directly and let him go What is the meaning of this double 7A-level 'paradise' for vacation, sending me emails and calling me at the same time?
Is it because my research has been unsuccessful for so many years and has cost a lot of money, so the mayor plans to transfer me?Let me go to the EPA?Or go directly to manage this magical double 7A paradise?
Oh, FUCK! , Fuck meow's double 7A level, no one wants me to give up my research!
Anderson held the microphone with blue veins in his hand, resisting the urge to smash the microphone, and continued to listen to the mayor.

"Yeah, it's amazing, isn't it?" The old mayor obviously couldn't know the complicated psychological activities of the person on the other end of the phone at this time, otherwise he would have hung up the phone.

"But the more amazing thing is yet to come!" The old mayor said mysteriously, "You know? The owner of this land actually planted Asian agarwood trees and red sandalwood trees there, and several trees have survived smoothly. !"

Asian tree species grow alive in North America?And are they two precious and rare species of agarwood and red sandalwood?

Anderson suddenly became a little excited. As a scientific researcher who studies plants for a living, he clearly knows that there must be a lot of "tricks" in it. Thinking of the research he is currently doing, Anderson suddenly has a feeling of seeing the light through the dark clouds a feeling of.

"Sir, your consciousness means that it is..."

"Oh, don't worry, I haven't finished my sentence yet." The old mayor smiled.

"Of course, please." Anderson suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

"In addition, I also know that he has found a spinosa tree seed from nowhere and has planted it. According to him, this tree seed should have begun to sprout, although I don't know if this is true, but I Think I need to tell you, don't you?" the old mayor said playfully.

"The spinosa tree species?" Anderson opened his mouth wide and asked in disbelief, "Mr. Mayor, is it really the spinosa tree?"

You must know that California allocates huge amounts of funds every year to cooperate with those big capitalists to establish ancient plant planting bases on the southern coast. Although many bases have been built, none of them can actually grow ancient plants.

"Well, I'm sure he won't lie to me. As for the other things, maybe you want to have a good chat with him." The old mayor turned into an old driver, persuading.

"Oh, God, of course it's not a problem, I'm very honored!" Anderson can't wait to meet the... er, what's his name?

"Okay, I will send you the other party's contact information later, pay attention to receiving short messages, Anderson." The old mayor finally said.

"Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Mayor!"

(End of this chapter)